Cautiously, you do

When you hear the knock, you are immediately put on edge. You know that if it's the cops, the government will bail you out, but it will be a mark on your record. You will not be allowed to return to this city for years, whether it be on assignment or for your own pleasure. Not dealing with the police would be the best route, but you rather make sure it's them before trying to flee. No reason to draw unnecessary attention to yourself, you reason.

You peak out the peephole in the door and give a small sigh of relief. It's just your handler, Francis Gulm. Unlocking the door, you let him in. "Frankie!" you say, grinning as he frowns at the nickname, "Was wondering where you were. You never let me leave without a quick check-in."

"Was a bit busy with Klein." he says, "Little shit got himself arrested literally an hour before I was suppose to met you. Spent all day going through legalities to pull him out."

You can't help but laugh. "Aren't you glad I don't get caught anymore?"

He nods and notices your open supplies. "You already got started?" he asks.

"Of course. Was a perfect night too, bred twelve subs. I hope they all catch..."

Francis gives a low whistle. "That's a new record for you." he says, "Might be a new record for everyone, never heard twelve in one night..."

"Just got lucky." you say, taking a seat before jesturing for the blond man to sit next to you, "So, I know the mayor asked for assistance. Can you brief me on why?"

"Typical situation, way too many subs versus doms. And the doms... Well, they're fertile, but the rates aren't anywhere where they need to be. There's been discussion of going through and injecting the men here with the Injection because they're just so impotent."

You nod and watch him. Francis had always caught your attention, he was truly beautiful, but he's happily married and has a brood of children already. Plus, he has no interest in the poly lifestyle you've thought about doing as well.

"You've got to be careful here." Francis warns, "The cops... They already know you're here and I've heard through the grape vine that there's a big reward for whoever can catch you. Makes no sense, but... Try to be cautious. I'd rather not have you in a cell again after last time."

"You've got it." you say, mentally making a note to avoid any and all people who give the cop vibe, "Do you have any leads for me? People who are ****, places the cops won't look?"

"Of course I do..."